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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1942-12-03, Page 7Do Yon Know a New Anthem Oswald 88 yrs an 111- not so Fisher * 49 A New Precision Squad * For Better Results VICKS W VapoRuu The Improved Vfaj Jinks: "Heard about the Duce’s new national anthem?” Binks: "No, what is it?” Jinks: “The fleets in Port Again!” THE EXETER TIMES-ARVOCATE, THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3rd,1942 I suppose I is in f called Hut I exp ect­ Thalia waiting terrible dreamed it all . . .” But it a dream. It was—real, feet stumbled as she climbed cab at the corner. She gave one, of police, by Phyllis Moore Gallagher LAST WEEK’S ACTION Margaret (Peg) Patterson is look­ ing at the furniture in -a Washing­ ton house which is to be auctioned While she is musing about her past and her love for Hewitt Gill,, she is approached by a young man, An­ thony Covington, who is struck by her charm and appeal, Now Read On Then he said: “Look here, I’m Anthony Covington and I’m rather a decent sort after J’ve had my cof­ fee in the morning. . didn’t have a right in the world to speak to you like this “You supposed quite correctly, Mr. Covington," said Peg, icily, She got up then and moved through the crpwd to the Van Dyke portrait and began making notes foi’ Mr. Nelson. She had 'been standing there pre­ cisely one minute when Anthony Covington came up behind her and stood looking over her shoulder at the painting. He said, scoffingly: “Imagine a guy being, famous for making a style of beard poptxlar!” When Peg neither laughed turned to look at ‘him, lie went evenly: “Listen, if you knew about me you couldn't be so friendly, I—I haven’t got but nor on, all un- ______ _ _ __ ___. - - - Mx months to live. You wouldn’t want me to spend my—my last days— lonely and unhappy . .” Peg swung around and faced him then, her face’ suddenly pale. She was looking straight into his gray eyes, her lips trembling a little. “How dread-ful,” she said, on a Small, broken note, and her fingers came out and touched his arm in the merest gesture of sympathy. . "It would be,” said Anthony, grin­ ning suddenly, “if it were true. But it isn’it. You probably couldn’t kill me with a cannon. And don’t look so disappointed because I’m not going to die , . . at least, not as long as the sort of luck I’ve had in the last two years holds out. I spent them in Spain—then China. It seems I- no sooner 'arrive in a country than the place begins to fall to pieces around me.” “Then why,” said Peg furiously, "don’t you stay at home!” "You’ll have to take that up- with the State Department,” he told her brightly. “They pay me $250'0' a year which gives them the right to me pretty damned near where please.” Then he was grinning at again, seeing the sudden soft .light in her eyes. “Truce?” he said, quickly. Peg smiled. There was some­ thing about this Anthony Coving­ ton-that couldn’t be resisted. There was something about his gray eyes and the quick white flash of his’ smile and, his hands: he had clean, strong, perfectly shaped hands. “Yes, truce,” she said. Almost without realizing it, they were sauntering through the big mansion together, talking—snatches of conversation that began just any­ where and stopped the same way. “Look at the 1812 spinet over by the window. It would be the height of something or other to hear one of Benny Goodman’s lads whooping •up a jam number on it. Childhood Secrets “I sat in one of those stiff-back­ ed Hitchcock chairs for four hours once. I had let t-he air out -of every tire parked around one square block of Richmond. I was 8> and simply mad about a freckled party who worked Saturday afternoons at a garage. In my own meek little I was drumming up business.” “I bet you were a cute little letter-outer.” ’ “I wasn’t. I had pig-tails braces on my teeth. send they Peg way tire- from China! Thalia just returned to Washington today, Europe all spring and summer, you know. She’ll be delighted you're here, too. And to think you haven’t even me,! Shame, shame,- Tony! forgive you and I shall be ing you fox’ tea tomorrow, and I are at home on the first and third Wednesdays of each month -this winter. Remember that, dar­ ling. And now, tell me, did you have a ghastly .time of it in China? I .read where you had been wounded during the bombing of Shanghai . Peg picked up an auctioneer’s catalogue from a table and was read­ ing it industriously, not seeing it at all. She knew who Anthony was talking to. Mrs. Demarest Polk, xnothex’ of Thalia Polk. Darkly, exotically 'beautiful Thalia Polk, .whom the stenographers in the office had said was the only girl who counted in Hewitt’s life. "She has so much dough,” ithey’d said, "that she has. to hire people to help her think of ways to spend it.” Just the thought of Thalia Polk made shadows cross Peg’s mind, robbed hei’ of all the gay nonsense she had just enjoyed. Hewitt had said of Thalia, “I saw a lot of her last winter, a few dinners and a dance or two at Sulgrave. Things like that. It didn’t mean anything. I wanted Senator Polk’s brokerage account. I still do. And I had thought Thalia might be a means to an end.” On the Spot Mrs. Polk fluttered off finally. Anthony turned to Peg and Peg, looking at -him rather -thoughtful­ ly, remembered what Mrs. Polk had said about Shanghai and wondered if he had really been wounded. She •decided promptly that he hadn’t been. No man could coine through a thing like that and remain as casual, as gay and irresponsible as Anthony Covington. Anthony said, “Look here, I was in a spot. Who are you? After all, someone else I_ know may come truckin’ along and I can’t have you hanging around like a third leg.” “Justa some -one you picked tup,” said Peg. And smiled. For she was thinking that really nice girls with aunts like Mehalie Keith just simply didn’t get themselves picked up. She took another hurried look- at the Van Dyke portrait, making a mental note about it for Mr. Nelsop. and said, “Well, take care of yourself, Anthony Covington. And don’t go ' dashing about starting any more, wars.” They were, at the moment, stand­ ing in the big entrance hall, quite near them scene ■ wood opening in the crowd, dashed out into the encraoching dusk of the Novembei’ twilight before Anthony could politely push his way through that throng of excited ladies. Peg looked at once for a taxi, but there was not one cruising on the broad street. She saw that Anthony was preparing to follow her, -that he was going to be difficult to shake. So she turned off the avenue abrupt­ ly into a narrow shady street. She saw the yawning mouth ’of a gar­ age which flanked a square-fronted granite house with a "foi* sale” sign on it. She stepped into the garage, pressed up against the shadows of the wall, a little hidden by the open garage doors which were folded back loosely. Through one of the cracks she saw Anthony hurry down the street still looking for her, Silk hat; and cane swinging in his hand. ment—draw out an automatic aim and fire, There was not the slight­ est noise for a second. Then there was a groan in the vestibule, the dull thud of a body falling and qn old woman's feet rushing across the concrete. ,Peg was trembling violently. She caxne out from behind the door, She ran, panting, frantic to be out of that garage, away from this fe­ verish nightmare which had sudden­ ly become horrible. Out into the crisp, clean night wind of autumn. Away .from—Oh, God—away from what? the door. The brush around was unprecedented,„ a mob to enchant the soul of a Holly­ director. Peg chose a sudden hie and Mothex’ stayed awake nights over me. She could See me as a debutante, not really com­ ing out. I at dances, ing room be stuck. son, you. needlessly because I didn’t come out money when I was 17 crawl out ...” Then suddenly some touching Anthony’s armi saying: "Tony, darling! made it Sound like dahling. She saying, -too: “But how perfectly marvelous! Anthony Covington back Sort of creeping out. A flop i,‘ whipping off to a dress- because I couldn’t bear to Definitely stag-line poi- know. But she worried there wasn’t even enough for me to ohe she Only was Was she was Murder Witness Then all at once Peg snapped in­ to the terrible awakened awareness of not being alone in this dark gar­ age. There were muffled voices in the vestibule which was up three steps from -the garage -floor, out -of view, but very near her. There was the. sound of feet scuffling, of a violent struggle. And then ‘a groan. A sort of anguish nailed Peg to the spot, a fear to know what was happening in that vestibule, a dread of the truth. She did not stir. She scarcely -even breathed. She was staring now in a sort of fixed hor­ ror at those three steps, seeing an old wbman run down them with sur­ prising , agility, seeing her turn—- and in What seemed like one move- The Cough That Sticks The Cough That Hangs On This is the kind of a cough it is hard to get rid of, the kind that bothers you during the day and keeps you awake at night. Why not get a bottle of Hr. Wood’s Norway Pine lyrup and see how quickly it will help to relieve you r this coughing condition? It acts promptly and effectively* .going to the foundation of the trouble, loosening thb phlegm, BOOthing the irritated air passages, and stimulating the bronchial organs. , “Dr. Wood’s” has been on the market for tho past 48 years. Price 35c a bottle; tho large family Size, about 3 times as much, 60c, at all drug counters. _ Tho T. Milburn Limited, Toronto, Ont, CHAPTER II The noises of the city beat against Peg as she ran. She still couldn’t believe what she had seexL “I’ll wake up in a moment and realize that I wasn’t Her into a . . ... _ _ _..... __ ___ . the number of her office building in a small panting voice and sank back on the seat, bracing -herself, for her pulse to quit its threshing tumult. She’d have to tell some course, immediately. The perhaps. She’d have -to say, “I was hiding there in the garage and I saw . . .’’ And they'd say: “Why were you hiding, Miss Patterson? Are you sure you weren’t hiding in that garage—with a gun in your hand?” Peg’s fingers shook in her lap. They wouldn’t believe her of, course. You couldn’t possibly expect anyone to believe 'such a flimsy, ridiculous story, no matter how true it was. And if they never found that old woman in the heavy black coat, the shabby hat with the faded flower drooping from the brim . . . Startling Realization' Suddenly Peg jerked erect. Some­ thing ... a. memory, a revealing picture struggling for consciousness, a vague realization beating against her mind—something swept her in a panic, ing to moving tion? woman It was all clear now: a soft hand holding an automatic, a smooth, starkly white hand gleaming through shadows. Pink-tipped fingers and a gold, ring with a serpent coiled around a glittering green stone. A very young hand. And a young body, too, that could run swiftly without effort. A young then who had tried, for some reason, to look -old and a. little shabby . . . When Peg reached her office building she rushed into her office, closed the door behind her, leaned against it and contemplated the sit­ uation. She started toward Hew­ itt’s door, fatigue dragging at her limbs. “Hewitt . . .” But Hewitt was not in his office. His desk was meticulously cleared off; his hat was not on the rack in his reception cubicle. She couldn’t quite convince herself that Hewitt wasn’t here when she needed him so desperately. That Mr. Nelson wasn’t here, either. Peg .pushed her fair hair back with an exhausted gesture. She ipicked up the telephone on her desk and dialed Hewitt’s number. There was no answer. She called the muni­ tions -building but an impersonal voice -said that Lieutenant Duncan Patterson was in conference, fingex’ trembled as she dialed Nelson’s number. A butler said coolly: “Mr. son’s residence. No, Mr. Nelson here. . . . Just a moment, Miss •terson. Mr. Nelson is coming in the door now.” She could hear the butler say: “Miss Patterson foi’ you, Sir. Shall I plug in the hall or -do you -pref ex* to_ take it in the library?” There was a little wait and then Mr. Nelson was listening to -her wild rush of words, to her confused fantastic story. He said, evenly: "You’re scared, Peg. Your voice sounds as if it has been strung out in a thin wire. Don’t be frightened, my dear. After all, you only saw a woman shoot. You didn’t do it.” Then he said: “Now get yourself organized and tell me everything once more. You struck up an ac­ quaintance with a man named An­ thony Covington at the auction. ■Were trying to shake him, SO Stepped into that open garage, go bn from there, slowly . . Peg repeated it all carefully. Was more composed now. Mr. son was right, bf course, She hadn’t dope anything; she had just sOeri something horrible and frightening. “Everything's going to be all right, ally, else. away you’ll ning. schobl pally do. And not a word of this to anyone, with special emphasis on Mehalie. Her idea of social de­ corum. is as rigid as Victoria’s for her court. She’d never understand that business about Anthony Cov­ ington. For that matter, neither do I. Letting a man pick you up. Bah!” And he hung up on his usual blustering note. Trying to Forget Peg put the telephone back in its cradle and began pacing around the room restlessly. But that wouldn’t do. You couldn’t go to pieces like this. You had to hold on somehow. She sat down at hex* desk, forcing herself to think pf othex’ things as Mr. Nelson had suggested. She hadn’t, she remembered, done her shorthand exercises fox’ tonight. For a full five minutes, she struggled with o-hooks and diphthongs but it wasn’t any good. The pages of hex* stenographer’s pad became a blur of little wiggle” And mixed up in the blur, somehow, was a shadowy gar­ age and Anthony Covington’s slow, contagious smile and Mrs. Demarest Polk’s expressionless face . . . “Tony, dahling , , , Thalia returned to Washington today . . Though peg had never seen Thalia Polk, the dark, beautiful daughter of the Western Senator was very clear in her mind. The newspapers had made Thalia Polk exquisitely real. A great many people in Wash­ ington knew Thalia without ever having seen her, just as Peg knew her. They knew that she had fol­ lowed her debutante season with a spring and summer of traveling. She had been in London, in Antibes, in Juan-des-Pins. They knew what liners carried her to Europe,, what famous people she met and played with there, and where they went and where they stayed and what they did. Tomorrow 'they would know that Thalia Polk was back in Washington. The newspapers could never let you forget that Thalia Polk . , . not as long as her father was a Senator . . not as long as there was a background of millions behind her. (To be Continued) Like Pilot Officer George Pearling of Verdun, ■Quebec, who is Canada’s Number One ace, although serving with the R.A.F.,McLeod has been operating recently from Malta, the happy hunting ground of fighter pilots, In one week alone he shot down three junkers-—88, bombers, two Messerschmidt—109 -fighters, as well as inflicting severe damage on a number of other fighters ami. bombers. Royal Canadian Air Force preci­ sion drill squad have achieved for themselves an enviable reputation in the field of military smartness and drill. Determined tp show that the boys in blue are in no way superior members of the Women’s Division have formed a precision squad which, on.its limited appearances in the East, has won widespread ac­ claim, The squad is shortly leaving on a tour of Western -Canada where demonstrations will be presented in a number of cities and towns. Among other things, the W.D. precision squad performs 140 manoeuvres without a word of command, They were trained by Squadron Leader J, L. Dyte, who has been in charge of the training -of the men’s drill squadrons, • * • That equivalent ranks foi* the three services include— Lieutenant (Army), Sub-Lieutenant (Navy), Flying Officer (R.'C.'A.F.) and Sec­ tion Officer (R.C.A.F. Women’s Division) ? That the first Distinguished Fly­ ing Cross awarded in the present war was won by a Canadian—Flight Lieutenant 'Alan C. Brown, of Win­ nipeg? * ♦ • “Why do they call it Wall Street-’’ "Bump up against it and you’ll find out.” over What was she try- remember? What was cla- inside of her for recogni- And then she knew. That hadn’t been an old woman. By Fit. Lieut. T. C. McCall R.C.A.F. Public Relations Officer woman Her Mr. Nel- isn’it Pat- You you Now She Neb Peg,” Mr. Nelson said fin- Get your mind, on something I’m going to find out right what hear this is nil about and from the later this eve- don’t miss your night Do just what von us- • ♦ * “Lefty” Dons the Blue .Four- years’ ’ago, off’ Canadian sandlots came one of the finest pitch­ ing prospects to enter the profes­ sional baseball field. He was Phil. Marchildon, a lad who had been .standing amateur teams on their heads in the vicinity of Penetanguis- hene, Ontario. After two years with the Toronto Maple Leafs, Marchil­ don was sold to the Philadelphia Athletics and was rated by veteran Connie Mack as one of the most pro­ mising southpaws he had ever seen. This season Marchildon fully lived up tp Mack’s hopes for him and with a decidedly weak team won more games than he lost. The other day Marchildon turned up at an R.C.A.F. recruiting centre, was whisked through the preliminaries and ap­ plied foi’ enlistment as aircrew. He hopes to 'be a fighter pilot, firing plenty of stuff in the direction of the Axis. * * $ -Central ■Mi rrir Bnsli Pilots Helping Out Long before the present war star­ ted, Canadians had hung up a remar­ kable record in aviation by using aeroplanes to traverse the vast un­ settled distance of the far north and west, taking men and supplies to remote lumbering and mining settle­ ments. When the British Common­ wealth. Air Training Plan came into- being, most of the men who had been piling up thousands of hours of flying time flocked to the colors. A number of them Will be found today at the huge Trenton Air Station, where as instructors at Flying School, they pass on extensive knowledge to the A.F.’s instructional personnel. S.’, as it is commonly called, reality the university of the air Where experienced instructors gO' for advanced training to qualify for the coveted ‘A-l’ rating which indicates theii* fitness to instruct on all types of training craft. lOjn. the staff at C.F.S. are three former bush pilots— Squadron Leaders Pat Twist, Herrn, Lungford and Lou Ingram. All of them key men in the instructor-trai­ ning system, this trio represents a pool of diversified flying experience such as probably no other country in the world could duplicate. ♦ ♦ * Another Canadian Ace Canada’s prairies have produced another outstanding aviatoi4 in the person of Flight Lieutenant H. W. McLeod of Regina who recently re­ ceived a bar to the Distinguished Flying Cross which he won a short time ago, Flight Lieutenant McLeod is the top scorer among pilots ser­ ving With the R.C.A.F. overseas, being officially^ credited with the destruction of 13 enemy aircraft • Buy War Sdyitigs Sfampi and Certificates at any Bell Telephone Business Office. Late Oswald Fishor of Hay Twp. An aged and respected pioneer of. the community passed away on Mon­ day in the person of Mr. 1 Fisher, at the ripe old age of 10 months and 16 days, after ness for some duration, but severe till the last week. Mr. was borne in Sebastapole, Ont., near Tavistock, and as a young boy came with the family to Hay Township, where he spent all his lifetime. On October Sth last Mr. and Mrs. Fisher celebrated their 56th anniversary of' their wedded life. The Fisher home is a quarter mile south of town, and Mr. Fisher, besides farming was a carpenter by trade, and helped to erect many a building in the com­ munity. A very interesting gentle­ man to- converse with, possessing a very good memory of by-gone days. Surviving besides his bereft compan­ ion, Betsy Geiger are five sons, Harry of St. Jacobs; Edwin of Kit chener; (Samuel of Bridgeport; Ervin of Kitchener and Raymond of Zurich; four daughters, (Pearl) Mrs. Milton Haas of Bridgeport; (Idella) Mrs, Wesley Bowman of Durham; (Alma) Mrs. Amos We­ ber, Bridgeport; (Gladys) Mrs. Wil­ liam Kraft, Waterloo; also 21 grand­ children; 1 .brother, John, Hensail; 4, Sisters, Mrs. Pollard of Pentan; Mrs. Wm. Demuth Port Sangster, Hensall; ley, Stephen; The on Thursday, with the home- at 2.30 ment following in cemetery. Rev. C. pastor of the Evangelical church of­ ficiated.—Zurich Herald. Arthur; Mrs. W. 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O’Brien, of Church Street, St.Mary’s, had the misfortune to slip on the snowy side­ walk at the corner of Church and Queen Streets, breaking his left arm near the shoulder. Finances Good in Biddulph The financial condition of Bid­ dulph Township is rated among the best in Ontario. The rate for the last four years for township purposes has been 2.1 mills. The township finished 1941 with a surplus of $9,214, The Granton hydro-electric deben­ ture is the only debenture against the township at the present time. The principal is all paid but $881, and by 194-5 it is expected it will be all paid. This present year, the suiqalus of the township will be increased. MANY BEER SHOT Many deer were shot during the past hunting season, and the marks­ men of Zurich got their share of the lovely venison that goes with the sport. Since Huron North had a week’s open season, it made it quite possible for many hunters to go out and shoot their deer for the long winter months. The local locker at . Zurich has many a pound of choice venison in cold storage, which will grace the table in months to come. Zurich Herald. I’ve hung up the Santa Claus suit for the duration. Pin in uniform now-loaded down with war calls. I can’t get material to build more lines. “So please don’t ask me to carry Christmas messages, particularly long-haul calls to the eastern seaboard and the far west. “Thank you . • * I know you’ll understand.” J. F. ROLFE, Manager.